Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.